Elena’s POV

The ride to Stella’s apartment was suffocating. Damien’s silence pressed harder than his grip ever had. His aura filled the car like smoke, choking me, and every flick of his gaze toward the road was a reminder: he had chosen her again.

When Marcus pulled up in front of the pristine high-rise, my stomach twisted. Stella lived like a fucking queen.

Her apartment building shimmered with glass and steel, guarded by wards etched faintly in silver along the walls. Even from the ...